Wow, long time no post. I could blame a lot of things, but it's really only my fault. Here, have some Kid Icarus drabbles! That's some sort of apology, right?
This ended up a lot darker than I expected. Maybe I'll do a lighter fic later on.
I don't own any of the characters here, or their original work.
He's only in it for the power.
He reminds Viridi that when she tells him to make himself at home. She looks angry, like she might slap him, but instead she only turns and slams the door behind her.
Dark Pit is newest member of the Forces of Nature, and he has never hated himself more.
Somehow he's become Viridi's bodyguard as well as her soldier. He follows behind her as she walks through the forest, boots in hand. The path they tread on was originally worn dirt free of plant life, but grass and ferns grow with her every step, leaving small green footprints behind her.
Viridi breathes, and the forest breathes with her.
After several months, Viridi changes. She- wilts, is the only way he can describe it. Her hair loses its shine, her color fades, and her emotions lack their former intensity.
Arlon has him collect dead wood from the forest. Viridi's butler arranges it in a pile in the courtyard, and Phosphora lights it with a spark. To Dark Pit's surprise, Viridi walks straight into the bonfire. The flames quickly take her hair and clothing, turning the smell of the smoke putrid. He almost jumps in after her, but Arlon holds his shoulder in an iron grip. Viridi is calm as the fire burns away her flesh, leaving behind not a skeleton, but a golden wisp of spirit bright and radiant among the crimson flames. She emerges brighter, and somehow older than before.
"Fire cleanses the brush," Arlon says, "Letting growth begin anew."
His twin manages to rope him into visiting Skyworld, so Viridi grants him flight to get there.
It feels wrong, staying in the air with someone else's power. He takes the scenic route, despite Viridi's protest, and imagines his flesh burning to the bone, his dark feathers turning into white ash as he falls from the sky.
He makes it to Palutena's temple well before the five minute mark, but the smell of smoke follows him, wafting from theoretical feathers.
Pit takes his twin to visit his- their- mother. She's a lovely woman; strawberry blonde, with a snowy complexion. Her wings are long an elegant, brushing her ankles with their tips.
She asks Dark Pit if he has chosen a name for himself. He blinks. The thought had never occurred to him. When he tells her as much she laughs, high and jovial.
"Erebos," she names him. The darkness before the light.
When Viridi orders an attack on a city, he volunteers to lead the battle. She is impressed by his initiative, and grants his request.
By the time the Forces of Nature reach the city walls, every human has vanished.
Viridi seethes with anger, thorns erupting from her staff with every curse that escapes her lips. When she is breathless and red in the face, Erebos turns to leave. Vines erupt from the floor, binding his feet and hands. His blood stains the floor that night.
Viridi tries to teach him respect. He only learns defiance.
It's Arlon that's mopping his brow when Erebos wakes. Three days, he is forced to stay in bed while he heals. While his flesh burns. While his scars heal.
On the fourth day he collects his belongings and leaves the fortress. Arlon doesn't try to stop him, only shakes his head at every wince and "I'm fine" that escapes Erebos' lips.
Phosphora is waiting for him at the gate. "Don't try to stop me," he says, gripping his bow in scarred hands.
"What makes you think I would?" She pushes the doors open, revealing the Lightning Chariot, readied for flight.
He's not quite sure where Phosphora is taking him, but as the cool wind meets his face, he can't really bring himself to care.
